The next morning we couldn’t find our big rooster with our oldest laying hens; he was taken by an owl that night. Not long after our red rooster was gone from the adjacent pasture {we believe it was a hawk}. We went from having too many roosters to not enough in 24hours.
Going from literally having our pick of the litter to being understaffed in the rooster department was a little disheartening. Knowing our girls weren’t as safe without the protection of a rooster was too.
I think it’s easy to be frustrated in either circumstance; too much or too little. Sort of like in single life when too many boys are calling it's confusing but when no one is calling it's depressing. So I think it’s important to recognize when something goes abnormally well, with the right timing and design.
I feel in this world of feast or famine it's important to recognize when the Lord delivers exactly what we needed when we needed it; I am grateful for these new boys and they seem grateful for their new home in return.
Don't you think they fit right in?